She's not talking to him and he's getting really irritated.

It's the next day and Michael thought it was a good idea to arrive early to class, which caught his teacher by surprise. He was usually late. But this time he wanted to be there. Mostly because he thought (Y/N) got there early and she did, but there was just one problem. (Y/N) didn't talk to Michael.

He was taking his mother's advice. Michael is going to be her friend and not push her away as he did. She was odd, but he could use a friend.

It might be a good chance for him.

But now it was hard. Hard because (Y/N) just gave him a look and then walked off. It wasn't like yesterday when she just cheerfully came up to him after school.

On the other hand, when the little lady woke up, she wasn't herself since she got sick all of a sudden. Yes, overnight she began to cough a lot, which made her get a sore throat. It made her lose her voice and she couldn't talk to anyone, especially Michael.

She feared that if she talked to anyone or even got near them they'll get sick. (Y/N) wasn't about to let that happen, so she kept away. The kiddo played with her pencil and doodled a few flowers in her notebook. Yep, she's certainly not herself today.

Her teacher noticed this behavior and as the rest of her classmates were doing their work, the tall female walked over to the ill child and placed her cool hand on her tiny forehead.

" Oh dear, you're burning up. Come, let's get you to the nurse. " (Y/N) nods, she got up from her seat and followed the teacher out.

Michael saw what was happening and bit his lip. He heard what the teacher said. (Y/N) is sick.

He had to admit something, he felt a tad worried about her. Guess he'll have to at least do something for her and give it to her later, knowing that she won't come back into the classroom. The sick girl might just go home.

After a couple of minutes, (Y/N) came back, packed her things and walked out of the classroom without saying a thing.

What was he supposed to do now?

*

(Y/N) was in her room. Her chest felt pain as well as her throat from the constant coughing. It only got worse when she got out of school. Her worried mother had taken her to the doctor and to get medicine. All she needed to do now was rest.

All of that drained her remaining energy and she knocked out on the way home. Now, she had just woken up from her slumber.

Her mother came into her room and gave her an odd-looking envelope. She had found it in the mailbox. Her daughter's name is written on it with a red crayon.

The confused girl took it and inspected it. The writing didn't seem familiar, but being the curious kid she is, she opened it to reveal a drawing. She assumed she was the (h/c) drawn on the left side of the page. On the right was a blond.

(Y/N) smiled to herself.

She now knew who sent this. It was non-other than Michael Myers.

How did she know? Well, there was a clown mask next to him, and she did remember that he was going to dress up as a clown on Halloween night.

" Honey, you're smiling. " Her mother pointed out and (Y/N) flipped the paper around to show her the drawing her new friend had made. She showed how great he is. Never has anyone bothered to send her anything when she was sick, not even a letter.

It made her feel fluffy.

She was going to make sure her drawing is really taken care of. (Y/N) will treasure this forever.

" It's cute. Who's it from? "

The tiny girl pressed her index finger against her lips, wanting to tell her that it was a secret.

Her mom laughed and pats her hair, having a feeling that (Y/N) had a secret admirer. She walked out of her room as (Y/N) continues to look at that cute drawing.

*

The second day and she didn't go to school, but she began to feel better little by little, too bad that it was Friday and that means she won't be able to see her new friend until Monday morning.

She got up from her bed and looked out her window. Michael should have gotten out of school 10 minutes ago. It wasn't a long walk from there to his house.

The little girl was waiting patiently to catch a glimpse of him. A few minutes pass and she began to feel impatient, tapping her foot repeatedly on the wooden floor. Her cheeks puff out and after a minute, she blew the air out of them.

She averted her eyes away from the window to look at the clock, How come he wasn't there yet?

" Mickey, did you forget about me? " She pouts, looking back at the window to see Michael secretly put an envelope in her mailbox and run off to his home.

" He didn't! " (Y/N) squealed and quietly walked out of her home to check what he had put there.

Maybe another drawing?

Going back to her room, she locked the door and threw herself in bed. She coughed a couple of times and finally opened her mail.

Another drawing of the two of them. Not only was that there, but there was a small piece of paper hidden on the envelope. She opened it.

' (Y/N), you need to get better soon

I need your company here in school and well... I decided to be your friend. ' :)

- Michael.

Soft.

Yes, that made her feel so soft.

Michael continued to send (Y/N) her 'Get well soon' mail during the weekend as well, but what he didn't know what that she was all good now. Her coughing had almost gone and her throat didn't feel as sore as the first time.

Her parents noticed her constant smiles and they are happy that their beloved daughter was getting better. Mrs. (L/N) didn't want to let her go to school again, but she had to. She didn't want her baby to get behind, besides the girl basically begged her the night before if she could resume class.

The young mom couldn't deny her education, so she agreed, though she did find it strange. When she was her age, Mrs. (L/N) begged for the opposite, to not go to school.

Good thing she likes studying.

Mrs. (L/N) placed a small plate of food in front of (Y/N) and watched as the little girl ate her breakfast. She was eating fast and her mother told her to slow down, but she just couldn't. She wants to go see Michael now.

Instead, she pushed her plate away and got off her chair, grabbed her things and left her home without saying goodbye to her parents.

Her small figure passed by Michael's home at just the right time. He had just gotten out of his home, his mom, Mrs. Myers walking behind him, making sure he took the correct route to school. To her surprise, a small girl was in front of her home, on the other side of the gate.

" Oh? " Michael tilted his head and ran up to the girl. Deborah saw a small smile creep on both of their faces.

' That must be the one he's been talking to me about, she's so cute. ' She thought, a smirk formed on her face, waving goodbye to her son before heading back inside.

" Hi, Mickey. " (Y/N) greets him, feeling a tad shy.

Michael raised an eyebrow at her voice. It was softer than usual. He shrugged it off, having a feeling that it had something to do with her sickness.

" Hi. Do you feel better now? " He asks, kicking the pebbles in the middle of the sidewalk.

(Y/N) hummed, putting her hands behind her back, her smile never leaving her face.

" It's thanks to you. I liked your drawings and letters. You wanted me to get better, so I did! "

The boy laughed and pats her head.

" I'm glad. "